As I sit here, at my desk, staring at the flurries of snow falling to the ground. I can't help the feeling of dread that comes over me. I need lunch; if I don't eat, I get cranky. Yet, the snow has halted me from going out. I love how beautiful it is, softly and gracefully dancing and swirling outside. The best thing about snow is the deadness it brings with it. All the world goes completely silent and it is deafening and beautiful. But, my love stops there. Why? did I not bring some tasty soup? Damn!
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